The Alpha's Mafia Luna novel Chapter 134

The Alpha’s Mafia Luna

Chapter 134

The dining room had been transformed into something out of legend.

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Long wooden tables were cleared. Weapons lined the walls. Crimson banners bearing Damian’s house sigil hung from the beams, and the air buzzed with a tension that wasn’t just fear it was purpose. Alpha wolves some with scarred arms and silver eyes, filled the space with their

presence. Damian’s pack.

I stood in the center of it all, heart pounding.

They watched me – not as an outsider now, but as something else. Something they didn’t know yet if they could trust. My bond to Damian had saved him, but now, they wanted proof that I was ready to stand with him

Reed stepped forward, arms crossed, his black eyes scanning me with unreadable precision. “The pack wants a vow, Serene.”

“A vow?” I repeated.

Mira glanced up from the scrolls at the side of the room, eyes wary. “They mean a Blood Oath.”

Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

“She’s not one of us.”

“She carries his mark, but is she loyal to the pack?

“Will she bleed when we do?”

Damian’s voice was weak but clear as he sat in the carved chair beside me. “Enough.”

The room went still.

He looked at me –

and something in his eyes gave me strength. “You don’t have to do this,” he said gently.

But I shook my head. “Yes, I do.”

I took a breath and stepped forward, facing the center of the room where a silver bowl had been placed. An ancient symbol – the mark of unity

I was carved into the wood beneath it. among bonded wolves

“Give her the blade,” one of the wolves said.

A short dagger was handed to me. It shimmered with old magic.

I took it with steady hands.

I looked at Damian, then turned to face his pack – our pack, now.

“My name is Serene,” I said clearly, the dagger cool in my grip. “Daughter of Elira. Bearer of Crimson Blood. Bonded to your Alpha.”

The wolves stilled.

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“I make this vow not just as a woman who loves him, but as a fighter, a protector, and the last piece of a kingdom that has not forgotten.”

I sliced my palm cleanly. The sting was sharp, but I didn’t flinch.

I stepped forward and knelt before Damian, who, despite his healing state, held out his own palm – already cut by Reed in preparation.

I pressed mine to his.

A burst of red light exploded from where our hands met. Warm, crackling radiant.

Gasps rang out,

The magic wound around us like vines of light, spiraling to the ceiling before fading, leaving behind a deep silence.

The Blood Oath had accepted me.

When I looked up, the entire pack was kneeling.

Even the warriors who had questioned me.

Damian looked dazed, but proud. His voice was hoarse. “Well… that settles it.”

I let out a shaky laugh, barely believing what I’d just done. Mira, standing to the side, gave me the tiniest nod of approval.

But the moment was fleeting.

Because elsewhere we were being watched.

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Somewhere Far Away…

Within a stone chamber cloaked in endless night, a mirror shimmered with unnatural light. Seven figures stood before it, each one robed in deep black, their faces hidden by masks carved from bone.

The Elders.

They had been watching since the moment the girl placed her hand in the bowl.

“Did you see it?” one of them rasped. “The magic reacted.”

“She’s unlocking it too fast,” said another. “Faster than Elira ever did. If she enters Aleoria, we’re finished.”

“The Alpha should’ve died. The poison was meant to sever the bond.”

“She called him back. That bond is deeper than we predicted.”

A third Elder slammed a fist into the mirror’s frame, cracking the edge. “We have to act now. Use the girl. Naia.”

“She’s still too weak,” another snapped.

“Then send word to the Shadows. Tell them to corrupt the pendant before she can retrieve it. It’s the last tether. If she reaches it, the path to

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“And the old woman?” one asked.

“We kill her. Quietly.”

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Back in the Mansion Hours Later

The dining room had cleared, but I remained at the hearth, sitting near the fire with Mira and Reed. Damian had been taken to rest again, the Blood Oath having drained more of his already–fragile energy.

I held the scroll in my lap, staring at the elegant script burned into the old parchment.

“We still don’t know where the pendant is,” I muttered, more to myself than them. “And we need it to find the gate.”

Mira flipped through the pages of her notes. “I’ve been studying the runes Elira left. They’re… odd. Like dream language. Fragmented,

symbolic. It doesn’t follow any known magical cipher.”

“So we’re screwed,” Reed said, tossing a blade between his hands on the couch behind us.

Mira ignored him and leaned in closer. “But then I thought about it. What if it’s not a riddle in the normal sense? What if it’s not meant to be

read – but seen?”

I blinked. “What?”

She pointed to one line she’d underlined in red.

“Where memory sleeps and light cannot reach – there lies the key that breathes.”

“I think the pendant’s hiding place is in your dreams, Serene,” she said slowly. “Think about it. You’ve already crossed into dream–realms more than once. The magic reacts to you differently.”

“But I didn’t see the pendant in the last dream,” I whispered.

“Because you weren’t looking for it. Now that you know… maybe you can.”

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